This is a song about "Pitch"

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Filled with sorrows so i trip, incidents by which i scream high pitch

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Fuck with me and youll wake up in a pitch black pit

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

I've got one hell of a pitch, so listen in

Kick it up a notch, the next level, a higher pitch

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I'mma pitch out their like tents, spittin's second nature,

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

The differences between being queen and being bitch

Wanted to hit, but then i started to spit, got a pitch